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The pause that refreshed

On this day in 1891, Thomas Edison received his patent for his movie camera, the Kinetograph. Shown here is a Kinetoscope parlor in San Francisco, around 1894. (Wikimedia Commons/National Park Service)

I didn’t plan for this to happen.

As I noted yesterday either a bad reaction to some food or a virus took me out of commission for the day. I’m pretty convinced now that it was a virus.

But, I stayed home from the day job to recover. I slept in and spent the rest of the day reading.

Truth is, it may have been my body telling me to slow down, I move too fast.

I was definitely not feelin’ groovy.

Sure I had a week off this month, but it was more of a work vacation than an actual vacation. I continued with the writing, and the editing, and the weekend job.

In other words, I didn’t slow down.

But sometimes, you just need to.

That’s why, even though I rarely do it, having a day to just veg out and watch some mindless television every so often, or spending the day soaking up some sun, or reading your favorite book…you get the idea…that’s why that can be a good, and healthy, thing.

Everything in moderation.

And you know what? Even though yesterday was somewhat of a loss in terms of productivity, everything I have to do is still right there.

And that’s okay.

I talked earlier this week about writers needing to read, and I did a lot of that yesterday.

In fact, the way I see things these days, everything I do, or don’t do, can be inspiration for writing.

And sometimes, you need to let your mind rest to sort those things out.

I didn’t come up with any brilliant ideas for upcoming posts, or even this one.

You can probably tell that.

But I gave the gray matter, and the rest of the matter, the day off.

The day was a reminder that, although I don’t like to admit it, I’m also at the age when I can’t do everything I used to do.

In full disclosure, I had written a few more paragraphs, but we’ll let that comment stand where it is for right now.

I didn’t intend for the week to be interrupted, and I certainly didn’t enjoy the disturbance.

But maybe it’s a reminder that, if I don’t take those breaks on my own, my body is going to force me to do something about it.

Yesterday was a Wednesday, but I’m old enough to remember when Sunday really was a day of rest. Stores weren’t open. Most people were off from work.

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